“It’s called a phone” I said scrolling through reddit.
“And this f-oune can retrieve all thoughts and conscious that is being whispered around and seal it in the palm of your hand?” the man hovered over me, his forehead mere centimeters away from my own. His beard dripped down his face and extended down to his mid section. A part of it kept sweeping across my screen.
“Sort of, there is this thing called the internet, people write or post pictures and vide-“
“The pictures that move on their own”
“Yes, video, people can post them and we can see them all using this” I held up the black slate of glass. The man backed off and looked into the sky. His breathing labored and tears feel from his eyes. “Are you alright”
He wiped the tears away with this leather gloves “Magic man”
“Mark is fine”
“Magic man mark, my eyes have been blessed by this tech…..techno…… black magic you have here. My family was only four from the south sides of the wide plains of alronack. We sat days in the darkness. Words walked our way in the form of bark and thrine. I will take ye magic and bless them with it.” with that he swiped the phone from my hands. A bluish purplish portal burst behind him and swirled with a high hum.
“Wait, you can’t take that. You don’t have - “ and he stepped through and back to his own time. “Internet”
Inspired by The thought of person of the past seeing current technology